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I don’t know how to live the “right” type of life. To me, living hurts. Dying is simple. To die, all you have to do is stop. To live, you have to do everything. Somebody told me that every breath you take is a choice. If that’s the case, I’m going to stop breathing. That’s my choice. To be or not to be? I choose to not. I’m tired of living. I have chosen how I want to go; I just need a place and a time. I’m waiting but we’ll see. I know that nobody should want to die, but I do. That’s what …

Tomorrow I will watch daytime television– women-hosted talk shows, court TV, soap operas, etc– until my brain either rots or explodes. Or I will start to think like a woman, which is a fate worse than death.Â Goodbye

I am an aussieÂ uniÂ student and am researching the topic of suicide for a presentation tomorrow. I have read many of the posts submited to try and gain some insight into the topic and could’nt help but feel so deeply saddened by what I’ve come across. Saddened mainly because many of the people that have submitted posts appear to all have one thing in common. That is that they seem to feel that they are less worthy of life and happiness than others. HappinessÂ is not designed to be complicated andÂ illusive.Â Everyone is entitled to be here, that is why you are here in the …

Since I keep coming back here, I have to throw in my cent andÂ half. I’ve noticed a couple of things, before I go into my horrible depths of self-pity… First, I thought I was the only one who wrote with proper grammar. Gosh, does it sound horrible that I would notice such a thing when I’m low enough to even be on this website? But honestly, I’ve barely known what people were talking about when I’ve read other forums on random things. Please, any grammar dorks on here, go to yahoo! answers with a red pen and you’ll come back satisfied. But I can understand …

Every day I feel less like living more like dying.Â I feel like a zombie going through the emotions of life only to be grasping.Â My husband truly hates me.Â How do I know?Â He tells me that I am a horrible person whoÂ has no redeeming qualities.Â All I do I do for him and our child.Â He just hates me and I am not sure what to do with that.Â We have been together since we’re 18 and I just can’t see how to goÂ on without him.Â That’s all I ever wanted to be was his wife.Â I really have no life without him.

I just posted something earlier on how I stopped cutting three years ago but started again today. Well, I was talking to some friends about it but I didn’t tell them that I started cutting again. You see, my friends and family are the type that judge your every move. If you make a mistake, they won’t forget about it. I’m just tired of living up to their expectations all the damn time. Why can’t they just accept me for who I am? I’m constantly trying to change myself to please them. I was overweight and they didn’t like it so I lost 50 pounds …

I stopped cutting three years ago; three years ago today. However, I find myself today, picking up a razor and taking a field trip on my arms. I thought I stopped for good but today when I picked up that razor and started cutting again, it felt so good. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until today. I know my family relationship will be ruined if they find out that I’m at it again and I’m afraid of losing my boyfriend. I know I have to stop but it never felt so good before. I don’t think I can.

Life is soooooooooo worth living and people should try their best to hold their own! Anyone who can’t is a bit ridiculous in my book so cheer the fuck up and get on with your lives damn it!!!

Seriously, no one -no matter how crap their lives are – should consider suicide unless suffering from a terminal illnessÂ and in serious pain, otherwise just think, you could have a much worse life. Walk down the street and you’ll pass hundreds of people with hundreds of tonsÂ of shitÂ they’re all pulling so don’t think your all alone in your pessimistic world!!!

I am a 59 year old male who just wants to go to sleep for a very very very long time….forever would be nice.Â I just want to die in my sleep, without experiencing any pain.

If I were to die right now, I could honestly say I have lived my life to the fullest given certain constraints.Â You see, I was born with very bad asthma back in 1949.Â Back in the 50s, doctors didn’t know what to do with us children with asthma.Â So they made us stay in our beds, put a big piece of plastic over the bed, and pump in oxygen.Â …

As I sit here trying to write what is so called my life, it is hard to not have suicidial thoughts…

It all started since I was 8 years old. I don’t know why then but I remember one night my brother and I were in the kitchen while my drunk dad and my mom went to the store because my dad demanded more beer. I went to the kitchen sink and grabbed a knife and put it towards my stomach I told him I wanted to die! He took it away from me. After that, it did not happen again.

I forgot about everything. Just a total blank out and then I fell apart. Tears were pouring down my face. When my mom finally came back from work we decided to go for a car drive. She said, as she often does, that something wasn’t quite right about me. Then she asked if I was at all suicidal. I quickly told her no, hoping to hear what would happen if I had said yes. She did a small cough/laugh and said that if I said yes I would go straight to the Mental Hospital. I know for sure that I couldn’t talk to her about …

No one is going to read this. I don’t know why I came back here to this website. I figuredÂ I never would after I found it the first time, but here I go again… This is exactly like when I found out I was pregnant, to a T; I was going to end my life, but then, an opportunity presented itself. I saw what might be a reason to live. Judging by before, assuming that the past paints a pretty good portrait of the future, Iâ€™ll be worse off than before. If I had gone through with everything before, I wouldnâ€™t be hurting this way …

Like many other people have said, I’m not sure why I’m writing this.Â I guess just to get it out.Â I’m 39 years old and my life is such a mess.Â I’ve been married three times, and apparently no one can live with me.Â I have three kids whose lives I’ve probably ruined.Â They have a mom who loves them very much, but won’t have a dad.Â And I know all to well how that can affect your self esteem.Â I work and try to the best I can, but it just seems like I make things worse on everyone around me.Â My poor mom …

I want to kill myself. Simple as. I hate myself so much and I know, in order to improve the lives of those around me I must die. There’s some fancy new bridge opening soon near my home. I’m planning on making the opening ceremony something to remember. Lol.

People always say there’s something out there to live for. But I’ve hung around enough times before. I tipped away a lethal conconction full of pills, bleach and other household cleaning products once to give myself another chance. Then I tried to jump out of a window, only I got stuck because I’m so fat. But this …

I just don’t understand people.Â It’s like everyone else got some guidebook to human behavior and my copy got lost in the mail.Â Maybe I’m a cynic, but god, it’s just easier to assume the worst of people than expect the best and end up disappointed.Â My closest friend is moving in a few months, to a city four hours away.Â I know I should spend the time with her now while she’s here, but I . . . can’t.Â Every time I talk to her I just end up lost somewhere between crying and absolute detachment.Â I’m treating her like she’s already gone; it’s …